"I have a hazardous day job," George said a little distantly, letting the hair drop and now looking at her nails. Reaping and nails didn't go well together. As incorporeal as souls might have been, she had a tendency to break nails while retrieving them.
Now that she thought about it, George wasn't sure how Betty or Daisy kept up appearances while reaping the decently deceased. At least one of George's favorite coats and plenty of perfectly decent shirts had been the victims of irreparable blood stains.